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Right in the middle of a packed nightclub.

Somebody must have had a lot of confidence in his marksmanship.

You are here about the two pimps who were shot.

Yes, I am.

Well, here I am.

Crime suspect.

We provide you with the little ladies, eh?

Now for that, we want some protection.

The idea of living in your house is... We're gonna be so happy.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Right in the middle of a packed nightclub.

Somebody must have an awful lot of confidence in his marksmanship.

The same somebody who also had a lot of information on his victim. What he sent

into the newspaper.

Yeah.

Regular rap sheet, isn't it?

Kamaki Martin, occupation pimp.

Specialty teenage prostitutes.

Names of the girls working for him.

Names of the girls whose death he caused.

HPD doesn't have anything that complete on Kamaki.

Major supplier to Roger Mager's stable.

Maggers isn't gonna like that very much, is he? How long have we been after

Maggers? Six years, Donald. Six years.

And if I thought about it long enough, I could probably give you the exact day,

month, hour.

What do you make of this murder?

Oh, rival factions, maybe, or a personal grudge.

Somebody knew the victim's habits awfully well.

Grab that, will you?

Yes, Loana?

Mr. Maggers calling on line two. It's the maggot.

Let me take it.

Yeah, McGarrett?

Have you seen this afternoon's paper?

Yes, I have.

I put up with a lot of accusations from you and HPD.

Why you continue to pick on a responsible citizen like me is more than

I can understand.

Since you've never proven one single allegation, none of the lies in the

paper. I want you to find that man.

You owe me, McGarrett. I notice that you're not very concerned about him

being a killer, only as an accuser.

Considering who was murdered, I can't say I am.

Slandering my good name, however, is another matter.

Oh, yes, of course. That's much more serious, isn't it? Now, you listen,

McGarrett. No, you listen, pal.

You're right about one thing. I do owe you about 20 years to life. One of these

days, I'm going to pay you. As for those lies they just printed, you can always

sue the paper for libel or take it up with HPD. Technically, it's their

jurisdiction.

Is it?

Yeah, until we hear otherwise, then, huh?

Oh, no!

Mom,

it's either talk to me or the cops. Which one do you want?

Put that call through now. Yes, Mr. Hendricks.

How old are you, Margie?

Nineteen.

Sit down.

You want a soft drink?

A cup of tea?

No.

Look, you've got no right to go busting me. I've got every right. My parents

hired me.

My parents?

Sure. I know a great deal about you.

What do you know?

Well, for one thing, you're not 19.

You're 15.

Your name isn't Margie. It's Ann Carpenter.

You're in the 10th grade.

You live in Seattle.

You're very comfortable in Seattle with parents who perhaps, what, don't

understand you to your satisfaction, but who love you very much anyway.

They don't care anything about me. Right.

And you're going to show them, aren't you?

You're going to get even with them for not loving you as much as you'd like by

becoming a hooker at 15.

I'm not.

What were you doing getting in the car?

I don't know.

I mean, a man picks you up and offers you money. What did you think the money

was for?

Typing envelopes?

Okay.

It was gonna be the first time. I mean, I never... I owe this money.

To a really wonderful guy.

You met him at the airport, or was it the bus station? Or a coffee shop.

And he told you he cared about you very much.

And he bought you clothes. He found you a place to live.

And he didn't want any harm to come to you because he cares about you so much.

It's true.

He's been wonderful to me.

I don't know how you guessed, but... Guessing has nothing to do with it,

sweetheart.

A girl like you gets off a train, or a bus, or a plane,

in any city in the United States.

And there's a wonderful guy who cares so much just waiting.

Yeah.

Put the call through.

They're called pimps, by the way.

Pimps are experts at being wonderful.

But just for a little while.

Right.

Mr. Carpenter.

I've got good news for you.

That's right.

She's sitting right here with me.

She's fine.

No, I don't think she wants to talk to you right now. Why don't you get here

just as soon as you can?

Mr. Carpenter, Ann did wrong by running away. That's agreed.

But perhaps you and your wife did something wrong in causing her to run

away. All right. Well, you think about that.

OK. Good enough.

So long.

They'll be here day after tomorrow.

Where do I stay in the meantime?

Don't worry, sweetheart.

Look at just the place.

is this place prison does this place look like a prison no it's actually

kind of pretty this place is

well it's a halfway house for girls

nobody over 18 most of them runaways like you although some of them were

already into prostitution russ hey baby

Good to see you Well, you're time for a visit just a short one. I have to get

right back and this is Loree. Hi Hello, is him around?

Yeah, I'll go get her great She a prostitute I

don't know But

Lorraine was raped and beaten when she was 15 that

was a little over a year ago

Shortly after that, her parents were killed, so the court placed her here.

She was in withdrawal so deep we didn't think she'd ever come out.

Looks okay now.

Yeah, but it's taken a long time.

Hello, Russ.

You must be Anne.

Anne, this is Emma. She's in charge here.

When Mr. Hendricks called, he said you'd be spending a couple of days with us. I

hope we'll be pleasant for you.

Yes, ma'am. Maureen, why don't you show Anne where to register?

Okay. Later.

Later.

God, they keep coming.

Found that one just in time.

Lorene's looking wonderful, isn't she?

She's looking better every time I see her.

Well, she's your personal triumph.

Without all the time and attention you gave her, I don't know what would have

happened to her.

And speaking of time and attention, I've gotten very little of either from you

lately.

I'm sorry, Emma. I've been busier than usual.

The Crusades could have used a man like you.

Yeah.

I really have been busy.

I don't know why you put up with old unreliable. You deserve a lot better.

No taste.

I really would like to see you, Russ.

Even crusaders need to relax.

You're right.

I just have to clear a few things up so I can relax.

I'll see you, Emma.

Are we doing anything Sunday?

Probably always.

Well, I keep expecting you to get sick of hauling a dumb kid around every week.

You're not a dumb kid.

You're an extremely attractive young lady.

You're about as close as I'll ever come to having a daughter.

Guess you're not going to dump me then, huh?

No. I guess we're stuck with each other.

I have the feeling that your homework has something to do with Kamaki's

murder.

I know it's not our case, Donald, but I can't help but make certain connections.

Like what, Steve?

Oh, like the victim.

Kamaki and the rap sheet on him that was sent to the newspapers.

Now, that sheet was too thorough, too professional to be the work of just

anybody. I remembered something, so I had HPD send over these records.

Do you remember a former HPD lieutenant, I think he was?

Russ Hendricks?

He worked vice, didn't he? Right.

He had one of the most promising careers going for him. Could have gone right to

the top.

Yeah, there was a scandal.

He slugged somebody. Sure did. He almost killed Pimp.

Pimp had murdered a teenage prostitute, but Hendricks couldn't prove it.

The guy sued, and Hendricks was forced to retire.

Guess what?

The murder of Pimp Kamaki was the one Hendricks slugged.

You guessed it.

Guy wrecked his career.

Yes, Governor.

Yes, sir.

Well, what can I tell you? I can't control what happens on Hotel Street.

Very well, sir.

Yes, I'll get back to you. Thank you.

Nano, Duke, come on in.

Yes, James?

Second pimp just rubbed out. Second rap sheet mailed to the newspaper.

We're on the case.

Yeah, right. I just talked to the governor. Both executions were designed

and carried out to achieve maximum publicity.

Both wire services are hot on the story.

Well, the governor wants it stopped, and we're going to stop it.

I can guess where we'll start.

Well, you're certainly all in agreement, I'll say that.

It's Hendricks.

There's no doubt.

Ever since Kamaki got him kicked off the force, he's been spooking us, man. Every

time I turn around, he's looking, taking pictures.

And?

Kamaki was the first one to get hit.

It's got to be Hendrix. And he's going to get all of us, man, if he keeps it

up. I doubt that Hendrix could be that ambitious.

That includes you too, Magus.

Don't kid yourself.

I assure you I don't kid myself.

On the contrary, Mr. Hendrix flatters himself if he thinks he can pull off

anything like this.

What are you going to do about it, Magus?

Oh, it's up to me, isn't it? Listen, we provide you with the little ladies, eh?

Now for that, we want some protection.

All right, but we keep it clean.

Whoever pulls the trigger can't be traced to us.

We'll order a contract from the mainland.

If you miss me, you call my office.

Right. Thank you.

Yes. Mr. McGarrett's here to see you.

Send him in.

Come in.

Steve. Yes.

It's been a long time.

Yes, it has. Well, I was expecting somebody to show up. I didn't think it

would be you. Oh?

You are here about the two pimps who were shot.

Yes, I am.

Well, here I am.

Crime suspect.

Motive, background, everything.

But, of course, you had nothing to do with the kill.

Not a thing.

Of course, if somebody's going on a killing spree, I can't think of two more

deserving victims.

Russ, what is your theory about the killings?

Why would anyone try to take two pimps in such conspicuous places?

And why the rap sheet on the victims?

Or two pimps, for that matter.

Yes, of course.

Well, it's only a guestie, but obviously the murderer wanted people to know what

they were and why they deserved to be killed.

There's something very righteous about that, isn't there?

Righteous? You know, moral vengeance, so to speak.

It doesn't smack of a gangland type of killing, does it?

Well, I don't necessarily agree with that.

Somebody new moved into the territory.

Wanted people to know who was boss.

Well, who can say at this point?

Russ, I have a search warrant here.

Is there any need to serve it? Not necessary. Do whatever you like.

Thank you. It makes it much easier for me.

Duke, will you come in, please?

Duke O'Kella.

Hi. Russ Hendricks.

Mr. Hendricks has kindly agreed to a search of the premises.

And don't forget the automobile.

I'll try to be neat. Another member of my staff will search your apartment,

Russ. Whatever it takes.

Russ. I sincerely hope that this search does not turn up anything.

Thanks, Steve.

Promise you it won't.

Neither of the typefaces on the typewriters matched the one on the rap

sheet sent to the paper.

There was nothing in the office.

Hendricks does have one of the best criminal files I've ever seen.

Including ones on the victims.

Well, that's to be expected. He's an ex-cop and his work is on the street.

Nothing in his car, nothing in his apartment.

What about the surveillance?

HPD's playing clothes on surveillance now.

I'm splitting shifts with him.

All right, he's clean so far.

But if Hendricks is our man, he's smart. He's going to be slippery.

All we can do is keep an eye on him every minute.

Anyway, they think I'm well enough to be placed with the family.

Is that right?

Yeah. Think you might like that?

I guess so. A regular home atmosphere.

I could finish school.

Then all of a sudden you're 18.

You're off on your own. Well, I don't know if I'll be ready that soon. Uh-huh.

Hey, you still haven't said what we're doing Sunday.

Well, I think it's time for a surprise.

You mean you're not going to tell me? If I told you, how could it be a surprise?

Gee, Russ.

I'm not going to be able to sleep tonight.

That's tough.

You really are a rat sometimes.

All right, then. No surprise.

Come on, Russ.

I'll pick you up Sunday.

Okay.

I love you, sweetheart.

Me, too.

You rat.

Rat, huh?

Morning, Mr. Hendricks.

Hey, George.

How's it going?

I wouldn't be surprised if you move in three months from now.

You getting in touch with the town man?

Oh, yeah. They'll be right on schedule.

It's terrific, George. Thanks a lot.

It's very interesting.

Thank you, Bill. Appreciate it.

Bill? Bill Hayes, HPD.

He checked some records for me. It seems that ever since Russ Hendricks got his

license, he's been handling nothing but missing person cases.

That's kind of strange.

It gets even stranger, Donald.

He only locates missing girls.

Little girls.

Put them right there.

Thank you. Thank you, sir.

I never dreamed he'd hit again this soon.

What I want to know is how do we operate if we can't show ourselves in public?

Yes. Hello.

This is the man from Portland.

All right. Thank you.

Our man is here.

Until he gets the job done, I suggest you gentlemen achieve a very low

profile.

All right, Steve, I admit deliberately losing the tail you put on me.

It was good, but don't forget I'm an old hand at this sort of thing.

Russ, if you have nothing to hide, why would you object to being followed?

I don't object.

In fact, I welcome it.

It makes me feel better.

Makes you feel better?

Stands to reason. If you suspect me, somebody else might.

The mob?

Sure. The mob, the Kumu.

I see.

Unsolicited police protection, huh?

24 hours a day.

Of course.

Sometimes it cramps my style. That's why I had to give him the slip.

Just hours before the third execution?

You can place me at the scene. Why not?

Okay. Can you account for your whereabouts at the time of the shooting?

Sure. I can give you the general area. Somebody might have seen me.

But I work the streets a lot.

I have to. You know that.

Right now I'm chasing five runaways. You want their pictures, the names of their

parents? Right.

I'm aware of what you do and what your job entails.

Then why don't you let me do it? I don't mind the questions. I know you have to

do that.

But you don't have anything, Steve.

You never will.

Okay. Thanks for coming at us.

All right. See you, Steve.

Johnny?

What do your instincts tell you, man?

He's lying?

I've been known to be wrong.

Oh, really? Does that happen very often?

Not very, Steve.

Oh, I admire your modesty.

But you're right, I think he is our man.

He better be. We haven't turned up any other leads.

He's glad we suspect him because it provides round-the-clock protection.

Pretty cute.

I'm beginning to see why he was such a good cop. He sat there and gave us

nothing. Yeah, but one way or another, a man who commits this kind of crime is

psychotic. He's driven by some sort of passion buried deep in his psyche.

If we could dig up what's driving him, that might be a clue to stopping him.

Some sort of psychological profile?

Yeah. For example, his dedication to finding runaways, but only teenage

girls. His rescuing them from prostitution or sexual assault.

It's a crusade, Dano. But why?

Is there a connection with something in his past?

Stop digging, Dano.

We gotta find out what's driving this man.

Right.

Well, this isn't a surprise.

I don't believe it.

It's really yours?

Yeah.

It's gonna be beautiful.

I think so.

You gonna live here all by yourself?

Well, I wasn't planning on it.

Oh.

A lady?

Uh-huh.

A really beautiful lady.

I didn't know.

Well, I want to show you something.

Now, sweetheart, just try to imagine the house when it's completed.

Over here, there'll be...

louvered French doors that lead on to a wonderful terrace with rattan furniture

and exotic plants.

And here, there'll be a bedroom with its private bath.

Oh, that'll be nice.

Is that going to be your room?

No, it's going to be yours.

If you want it.

Mine?

We'll be each other's family.

I'll be the father, you'll be the daughter.

You'll have your own car.

You'll go to school down the hill there.

And that way I'll, uh...

Watch you grow up safe happy Oh Russ I

Am happy It's alright then Yeah, there's no

obligation. You don't have to sign of the dotted line obligated.

It's like some kind of dream You're all I have in the world

the idea of living in your houses

We're going to be so happy.

Jesse.

Oh, you won't find any ID on him down there. He's a professional killer. Come

on. Let's go.

Can't you tell me anything?

Part of my job to risk getting shot at.

I got no business putting you in danger.

Russ, I'm so afraid.

Don't be afraid, baby. I'm going to handle it.

But I can't see you until this is over.

How long?

Soon, I promise you.

Russ, you're bleeding.

A little of gray's been a little bit.

I'll take care of it right away. Go on, baby.

Come on, baby, please. Go.

Don't let anything else happen to you.

How could I let anything?

Go on, sweetheart.

Go on.

All right.

Where is he?

He's hurt, and I don't know where he is.

He just left her a few minutes ago.

Now, we'll do everything possible to find him, but exactly how long ago did

he leave?

Oh, 10, 15 minutes.

And you have no idea where he went?

He didn't say.

Let's go, Donald.

How about a hospital? No, let's try his office first.

Oh, Emma, I don't know what he means to me.

Mr. Hendricks!

Mr. Hendricks!

Mr. Hendricks, please!

Open the door, Mr. Hendricks! You're hurt!

Mr. Hendricks!

Must have gone out of his window.

Oh, yeah.

How badly was he hurt? Oh, very badly.

He must have lost a great deal of blood. Where was he hit?

There.

Then there's a good chance he was bleeding internally as well.

Where would he go?

I don't know, Dano. Is there a man on his apartment, Duke? Yes, but Hendricks

hasn't shown up. And his car is outside, so wherever he's going, he has to take a

taxi or walk. Dano, put out an APP on him right away.

Hendricks was a cop in Chicago with a wife and daughter.

His wife died when his little daughter was three. Hendricks never remarried. He

brought the child up.

When she was 16, she was kidnapped.

Her dead body turned up in Miami, murdered.

She was forced into prostitution.

Hendricks came to Honolulu, bummed around a while, then joined HPD.

He asked for vice detail.

Yeah. That explains a lot.

More than you think.

Take a look at this.

That's the daughter that was murdered.

See a resemblance to anyone?

Mm-hmm.

You bet I do.

Lorene, huh?

Here's the shot I took of her today.

You know, Duke, I... I had a feeling it might be something like that.

Duke, what was the name of the daughter of the girl who was killed?

Nancy Ruth Hendricks.

Steve, take a look at this.

What?

Blood.

Hendricks must have...

Rushed up against it for some reason.

Yeah, that sure is blood.

He was very weak. Could have leaned up against it. Blood is up rather high.

More likely, he climbed up and fell against it.

Yeah,

it stops. There's no blood up here.

Anna, where have you been?

God, it's hollow.

How long has this bookcase been here?

As long as I've been here. But he did have the office before I came to work

for him.

Ah.

Look at this.

Some sort of a control.

Kamaki. Kiyoki.

Little Parker.

We don't know this one, do we?

No.

Meggers. Could be.

He's gonna skip this guy and get right to Meggers, huh?

Let's go.

Thank you.

Yes? McGarrett, Hawaii 5-0 to see Mr. Maggers, please.

Mr. Maggers isn't here. Really? Well, we're going to check it ourselves.

Nobody goes in there.

Duke, just stay here and keep your eyes open.

Right, Steve.

And I said, no, we don't have any time for any more outside help. We've got to

get the job done if we want any more damages done.

And I'm telling you, take care of it.

Maggers, we're saving you for the last.

But now it can't wait.

You've had it wrong from the beginning.

You and McGarrett. I never did anything to you.

That 16-year-old girl was almost killed when you put the paper on me.

I never did it. I never did it.

Put that gun down, Russ, for God's sake.

I'm glad to see you. Why?

He can't help you now, Maggers. Nobody can.

Russ, I don't want to kid you. Even if you did, it wouldn't stop you from

blowing this filth away.

Russ, listen to me, will you please?

No, Steve.

I'm glad you're here.

You know what this man is?

Yeah, I know.

I know.

Scum. Buys little girls.

Little kids.

He dresses them up in fancy clothes.

Then he rents them out to the highest bidder. That's a lie.

Russ, killing him is not going to do any good. Then you send them anywhere in the

world for the right price, don't you notice?

How much you get for a little girl?

How much you get? A thousand dollars a night?

That's absurd.

How much?

How much? All right, a thousand dollars. A thousand dollars.

Then what happens to her?

What happens to her? You brutalize them, don't you? You violate them, don't you,

Magnus?

You stripped them of all there's human dignity.

You shamed them beyond redemption.

Most of them die young, and those who don't wish to God they had.

How many other girls have you destroyed? I don't know.

How many?

A hundred, all right, a hundred maybe.

A hundred. A hundred?

A hundred?

Yes. Is there any reason why I shouldn't blow this scum away?

Rest. I think I know why you want to be the one to do it.

Yeah. Yeah, I do.

You want to kill Nagers and all his kind because they took your daughter, Nancy,

away.

Didn't they?

Yeah. How did you know that? I know a lot of things, Russ. I also know that

one of them murdered a little girl, but you couldn't prove it. That's right.

That damn Kamaki.

And then you beat him up and it wrecked your police career.

Kamaki was the first on your list, wasn't he?

Now it's Magus.

So there won't be any more daughters for him to kill, will there?

No more.

All the young lives you've protected and saved for so many years.

Did any of them... Did any of them remind you of your daughter, Nancy?

What do you get with it?

You found her again, haven't you, Russ?

After all this time, except... Her name isn't Nancy now. It's... It's Lorene,

isn't it?

Uh... Lorene.

I love her like a father.

She even looks like Nancy, doesn't she? And she's almost exactly the same age.

Steve. It's like regaining all those lost years, isn't it, Russ?

Steve.

My God.

what are you what you're accused accusing you oh russ i'm your friend

listen to me you were going to take a 16 year old girl into your home

and care for her weren't you yes care for her until

that girl a child became a woman but what then russ think about what then it

must have crossed your mind

Oh, better than maggots.

Oh, bless. There's no connection.

You love Lorraine.

You could never hurt her, never.

He's gone.

I did all my crying already, Mr. McGarrett.

I somehow knew I'd never see him again.

I was crazy when he drove off like that.

I never thought it was possible to love somebody so much.

He loved you every bit as much.

Mr. McGarrett, I'm going to handle this.

My life, it's what Russ gave me.

He taught me to be complete, and I think I am.

Can I tell you something else?

Of course.

He didn't think I knew.

Maybe he didn't know himself.

But Russ loved me as a woman as well as a child.

Do you know what I'm saying?

Yeah, I think so.

The thing is, it would have worked out in time.

I felt exactly the same way about him.

Does that shock you?

Nothing shocks me, little one.

Nothing.

Have a beautiful life.

I think maybe I can.

Me too.

It's a special place, isn't it, gentlemen?

They all get to be kids again.